What thing is not found when painstakingly sought?What thing comes of itself without being looked for?
What thing does not break under the blow of an iron hammer?
What thing closes by night and opens by day?
Chih-Men
The eye searches for patterns and finds them everywhere: on streets, sun decks, trails and parking lots, in open fields, wooded hollows, city yards, vacant lots, public parks, puddles and even office corridors.
An unusual image this, but one which captured my eye, a simple pattern formed by falling snow and moisture dripping off the roof at the back of the little blue house yesterday, but in the absence of any sunlight whatsoever. Temperatures will rise this morning, and there will be heavy rainfall rather than the steady snowfall of the last two days. What sort of pattern will that make, I wonder? There will certainly be ice on the deck in a few days as temperatures are going to plunge into the intense subzero abyss later this week. Taking walks with Cassie will be a perilous undertaking when that happens, but she always insists on going, and those walks do us both a world of good. . . .
2 comments:
How lovely. Exactly the sort of pattern that would catch my eye and make me run for the camera.
No Cassie footprints in the snow?
The pattern is lovely. I often sneak out to take pictures of my house in the snow before it is marked by the paperboy, and the school bus, and all the other early morning visitors.
Love,
Animas
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